September storms hum
They count droplets in the air
Trace clouds with light finger tip
But long, frigid nights that bite and gnaw
Turn gentle breeze to bitter ice
Gales slice
Hated
Overstated
September storms sigh
They turn light to cold steel
Turn auburn sunsets indigo
But their eyes looking down on grey streets
See only golds and blues
Summer hues
Faded
Enervated
September storms brood
They watch city lights dance
Hunger for grounding gravity
But the worrisome growl of a worried beast
Keeps ponderous bellies ever-filled
To be spilled
Jaded
Dedicated
September storms howl
They suffer in vast horizons
Make sure their pain is well known
But those vivid accounts of romance grand
Are of intricately quilted skies
Petty lies
Plaited
Fabricated
September storms watch
They coil bodies to spring
Poise themselves in coveys, hidden
But simply observes the others, prepare, listen
Waiting for the impending chime
Isn’t time
Bated
Asphyxiated
